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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Persona_5
  Relationship:
      Kurusu_Akira/Takamaki_Ann, Persona_5_Protagonist/Takamaki_Ann
  Character:
      Takamaki_Ann, Kurusu_Akira, Persona_5_Protagonist
  Additional Tags:
      Morgana_cameo, Face-Sitting, Anal_Fingering, Anal_Sex, Pegging, Femdom,
      Persona_5_kink_meme, Persona_5_End_Game_Spoilers, Valentine's_Day
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-26 Words: 2941
****** Nth Time's The Charm ******
by shiny_glor_chan
Summary
     Ann and Akira have been planning for Ann to fuck Akira for a while.
     After a few false starts and life getting in the way, they manage to
     make it happen.
Notes
     Persona 5 Kink Meme Prompt: Ann/Akira,_Dunno_if_this_has_been
     requested_before_but_Ann_pegging_the_hell_out_of_Akira_-_its_rough
     and_hard_and_Ann_has_complete_control_over_Akira_and_he's_loving
     every_minute_of_it
See the end of the work for more notes
There's a few false starts that leave them laughing, especially when a
particularly enthusiastic attempt ends with Akira sprawled across the plush
carpet of Ann's bedroom floor. She laughs, unrepentant and nude if not the for
the harness keeping her silicon dick in place. Akira joins her laughter, until
he climbs back onto the bed, and their sexual encounter becomes more of a
wrestling match that devolves into more laughter and naked cuddling.
Ann promises when he leaves that night that next time, they'd get it right.
“Third time's the charm!” she tells him cheerfully at the door after giving him
a goodnight kiss.
“Aren't we past the third attempt?” Akira teases slyly and gets a smack on his
arm for his efforts.
“We'll make it work next time, I promise,” she says sternly, a blush creeping
onto her cheeks. “You're indulging me. I want this to be good for you.”
Akira smiles, quietly stealing another goodnight kiss; they've never been good
at one kiss at the door at the end of the night. “I know it will be. Leave me
sore, hmm?”
Making a bit of strangled sound, Ann smacks his arm again; this is also a
regular occurrence from his teasing. “Oh, you're going to be sore all right,”
she promises, and Akira's convinced the next time they manage to find some
time, he will be.
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They don't get enough time for more than a quick tryst here and there, mostly
in Akira's room. He knows his futon wouldn't stand up to the abuse of what they
have planned, so they wait. On Christmas Eve, he almost asks for it, but Akira
decides Ann would know right away if he asks for that when they're both still
sore from taking down a literal god.
He tries not to think about missed opportunities while in jail. There are
already so many, so Akira does what he does best: slips on a mask. His mask in
jail isn't much different from his high school persona, but with a dash of
Joker to keep him sane. It works for a while, but it probably wouldn't have
held up in the long run. When Sae comes calling to tell him his friends have
cleared his name, Akira's not ashamed to say he wanted to cry.
Getting quite a welcome from his friends, including Morgana's surprise return,
Akira's pretty tired. He collapses onto his futon, and Morgana follows soon
after to curl up next to him. Akira can't help the smile that comes to his lips
he ruffles Morgana's now soft fur from sneaking him into the bathhouse. Morgana
fusses, albeit without any heat behind it as he settles to sleep.
Akira's newly reacquired cell phone buzzes on the bed, and this time Morgana
fusses for real. “Everyone just saw you. Why are they so clingy?” he complains
as he snuggles closer to Akira, the little hypocrite.
Biting back a chuckle, Akira swipes to the message from Ann. It's a good night
message with her usual kiss emojis. Akira didn't know he missed something so
simple, and as he replies, his phone tells him it's midnight, February 14th.
That causes him to plot and scheme, something he hasn't had the chance to do in
well over a month. He texts Ann again, telling her to skip school for him. Once
he gets confirmation, Akira grins, sets an alarm for tomorrow morning he's sure
Morgana will not agree with, and falls asleep with an almost fully formed
Valentine's Day treat for Ann and himself.
===============================================================================
When Ann opens the door in sweats, an over sized sweatshirt that was probably
Akira's in a past life, and messy bun, Akira knows she forgot it was
Valentine's Day. He's more amused than disappointed, since teasing Ann is
definitely one of his favorite pastimes.
Akira holds up a bag from Triple Seven innocently. “Happy Valentine's Day?”
Ann's eyes go wide before she can even sneak a peek of what Akira's bought from
the convenience store. “Oh shit, I forgot it was a Valentine's Day!” she
exclaims then groans. “I look a mess! Oh god, this is the worst first
Valentine's Day for us ever!”
“I wouldn't say that,” Akira replies, nudging her to check out the contents of
his bag. “Clothing's pretty optional for what I have planned.”
That earns him a smack on the arm as Ann's face flushes, and he's definitely
missed the sting, if he's completely honest with himself. “You're so
presumptuous,” she says as she drags him inside her home to kiss him soundly
against the door. “I mean, you're not wrong, and I definitely need to work out
some pent up aggression from how you left.”
Akira winces as he places the plastic bag on the kitchen table then opens the
bag he usually carries Morgana in. “I borrowed a grinder and pour over from
Sojiro,” he begins as he sets up the pour over for the coffee as well as some
ingredients for a light breakfast. “Will that save my poor ass?”
Ann can't help the giggle that bubbles up as she sits down at the table.
“Maybe,” she teases as she takes out her phone to play on an app. “Feed me,
valentine.”
He laughs, placing a soft kiss to her forehead before starting to grind the
coffee beans.
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Ann sprawls out on her bed with a sound of satisfaction. “Okay, that was a
pretty good argument. I'll only destroy your ass a little,” she tells him with
a wink as she pulls him on top of her. “And if I remember correctly, there was
chocolate body paint in that bag with the condoms and lube? That's definitely
extra boyfriend points right there.”
“I always strive for those extra boyfriend points,” Akira jokes before Ann flip
them, pinning him to the bed. “Though, you've already maxed out those extra
girlfriend points.”
Rolling her eyes, Ann sits up and takes off the sweatshirt along with the tank
top underneath in on swift motion. “Always the sweet talker,” she tells him
then swats his hands away when he reaches for her bare breasts. “Nope, I'm in
charge. You only get to touch when I say.”
Akira lets out an exaggerated sigh then put his arms over his head, hands
pressed against the headboard. “Got it, mistress. Should I only speak when
spoken to?”
“Ugh, you're so cocky!” Ann exclaims as she shifts against Akira for a moment.
“You know what, just for that, you gotta earn it. We're gonna put that tongue
to better use than mouthing off.”
This part of their game isn't new, and Akira knows what's coming next. “You
sure you still want no hands?” he questions, wiggling his fingers suggestively.
Ann huffs as she climbs off of Akira to kick off her sweats and panties before
straddling him again, but much closer to his face. “You can rest your hands on
my thighs,” she orders, and he quickly complies. “Get to work, Akira. Earn your
reward.”
Licking his smirking lips, Akira grips Ann's thighs until his mouth has full
access to her pussy. He breathes in deeply, the sparse hairs tickling his nose
as he leans up to taste her. His tongue swipes up between her lips until he
reaches her clit. He teases her clit with his tongue, moving it slow circles
and eliciting a moan from Ann.
He continues to tease her, and Ann responds by sliding a hand into his hair and
gripping hard. Akira groans, wishing he'd been able to get permission to take
off his clothes before he teased Ann into sitting on his face. His jeans are
terribly uncomfortable, and the combination of his face being buried in
girlfriend's pussy and her pulling his hair is making them too tight.
“You know, the less you tease, the faster you'll get me to come, and maybe I'll
let you out of those tight jeans,” Ann says, reading his mind as she rolls her
hips gently as a reminder what he should be doing.
Not one to hesitate in any situation, Akira decides to listen to Ann's words,
and with one last tease to her clit, he presses his tongue inside her and gets
to work. Ann's moans are louder now, which spurns him on. He slides his hands
up and down her thighs then grips them. The moans get louder as Akira moves his
tongue faster and as deep as he can.
“A-Akira,” Ann moans, moving her hips with his movements, and soon she grips
Akira's hair tightly as she comes with a shout.
He licks her through her climax until she pulls away and rolls onto the bed,
panting. Akira cracks his neck before laying back again. When Ann sits on his
face, it's not the most comfortable position for his neck, but seeing the
blissed out expression on Ann's face always makes the neck kink or two worth
it.
“So,” Akira begins, a bit out of breath and flushed, “can I take off these
jeans? They're more than uncomfortable now, actually...”
Ann laughs. “My poor baby and his raging hard on in those tight jeans,” she
teases as she sits up to helps him strip.
Akira covers his face with an arm. “Eh, not so much raging anymore...” he
mutters as he lifts his hips, and Ann opens his jeans with a gasp.
“Oh my god, did you come in your pants while eating me out?” she asks
excitedly, even with the evidence that he clearly did; she tosses said evidence
on the floor once she pulls his briefs and jeans down his legs. “That's kinda
really hot. Am I that hot, Akira?”
Her glee is contagious, and he chuckles through his embarrassment. “More like
you pulled my hair and came on my face. That was too much for my poor dick to
handle,” he jokes as he moves his arm and looks up at her smiling face.
“We'll have to play with that more some other time,” Ann says thoughtful as she
tugs at the hem of Akira's shirt. “For now, you think you'll be okay for when I
fuck you?”
Akira snorts as he sits up to help Ann pull off his top. “Babe, by the time you
finger me to death, I'll be up again and ready to take your dick,” he tells her
seriously before she shoves him back on the bed with a squeal.
“Akira! I never understand how you can says dirty things like that with a
straight face!” she shouts, climbing off the bed with a huff.
“Like you don't do it too, missy,” Akira replies and watches her grab her
harness and dildo; he rifles through the plastic bag for the lube as he waits
for her to get the harness situated.
“But it's sexy when I do it,” she replies then pauses. “Okay, it's sometimes
sexy when you do it, but not when you surprise me with it!”
Akira grins as he hands her a condom then twirls the tube of lubrication
between his fingers. “How do you want me?” he says in a deadpan, and Ann swats
at him, her dick bouncing with the movement.
“For that, you're prepping yourself,” Ann tells him as she sits by his feet.
“You'll be on your hands and knees when I fuck you, though.”
“Yes, ma'am,” Akira replies cheekily, rearranging the pillows and shifting to
get himself comfortable with his leg spread and feet planted on the bed to give
himself access to his hole.
Ann watches him intently as he squirts lube onto his fingers and rubbing them
together to warm it up. He reaches down, circling his hole with wet fingers and
teasing himself before pressing inside. It's been a while since he's been able
to do this particular activity, so he takes his time. From Ann's expression by
the time he's three fingers deep, she doesn't mind very much.
“Are you good?” Ann murmurs, and Akira answers by withdrawing his fingers with
a wet pop.
Shifting his hands and knees, Akira wipes his fingers discreetly on Ann's
comforter before handing her the rest of the lube. Ann takes it, setting it
aside to roll the condom onto the bright, red dildo. Soon, she walks across the
bed on her knees to press herself behind Akira. The length of the dildo presses
against the crack of his, and Akira groans at the sensation.
“You want this?” Ann asks, leaning across his back to whisper in his ear as she
rubs her dick up and down against his ass. “Gotta ask for it. Mm, maybe beg for
it.”
Akira bites back a whimper at the thought, then weighs out his options.
“Please, mistress?” he asks, still sounding too teasing.
He jolts when he feels the sting of a smack on his ass from Ann's hand. “Way
too cocky,” she warns then pinches his ass. “Use those pretty words to beg. I
know you can.”
Readying the words to be a cocky little shit again, the words die in Akira's
mouth when Ann reaches down to grasp his cock. He can't help the moan that
escapes his lips, and it takes all his willpower to not just bury his face in
the pillow underneath him.
“Please,” Akira says quietly after a long moment of silence. “Please, Ann, fuck
me.”
Ann kisses the back of his neck and taking her hand away from his cock, pleased
enough with his begging. After a moment of movement and the squelching sound of
lube being used behind him, Akira feels the pressure against his entrance. He
breathes in and out to relax as Ann presses forward, all the lube they used
making the head of the toy slip in easily.
“Oh,” Ann gasps, and Akira shifts hips, trying to take the toy deeper, getting
another swat on his ass for it. “Hey, I'm setting the pace. Deal with it.”
Her hands grip tightly on his hips, limiting his movement as she fucks him
shallowly at first. It's maddening, the slow pace, but Akira knows why she's
doing it. His frustration is almost palpable by the time Ann thrusts forward
and buries inside him as deeply as he wants.
He moans and curses, and Ann finally starts fucking him properly. It's the pace
they'd spoken about when they first brought up pegging, and Akira's loving it
just as much as they both knew he would. He knows Ann's not worried about
hurting him now; that reason had been why their first few attempts had failed.
Now, there's now hesitation, and Akira wishes he could touch himself, but he
knows if he does, he'll lose his balance. Forming any words other than moans
and Ann's name is impossible, so Akira hopes she'll jerk him off.
What he doesn't expect that instead of reaching for his cock, Ann grabs his
hair and pulls him into a harsh kiss. He whimpers as he kisses back, and her
snaps forward more quickly. His orgasm builds, and he can hardly breathe when
he comes untouched. Ann's movements slow as she shudders above him, and they
both collapse onto the bed.
They pant, covered in sweat and mess. Ann pulls out gently once she remembers,
and Akira gasps at the sensation. He helps her with the unbuckling the harness,
and she gently slides out the other side of the double ended dildo she used.
Carelessly, she tosses them off the bed then grimaces from the wet spot she
finds on her comforter.
“Ugh, you're washing my comforter,” Ann complains about the wet spot Akira left
as they maneuver off it, and he tosses off the bed. “And don't think I didn't
see you wipe your fingers on there earlier, nasty.”
Akira laughs weakly as he pulls her into his arms to cuddle her, face pressed
into her face. “But you fucked me stupid. I don't remember how to do laundry,”
he whines, grinning into her neck.
“You jerk,” she says with a laugh as snuggles against him until something
catches her eye. “Oh! We never used the chocolate body paint!”
“We've still got time,” Akira points out, looking at the time on his phone.
“Perks to skipping class with a delinquent.”
Ann huffs and shakes her head. “We got all those charges drops, and anything we
did as Phantom Thieves saved the world, so you are definitely not a
delinquent,” she states, daring him to call himself a delinquent again.
Akira chuckles as he puts his phone aside and pulls the sheets over Ann and
himself. “Mmm, all right, whatever you say, Mistress Ann.”
It earns him another smack, and he grins. “See, I'm starting to think those
warning smacks don't actually stop you so much as spurn you,” Ann accuses
before yawning. “We'll talk about punishment play later. I think a nap is in
order before a late lunch then chocolate body paint for dessert.”
“Definitely on board with naps,” Akira agrees as he shifts until his face his
laying against Ann's breasts. “Especially with my favorite pillows.”
“You are such an asshole,” Ann complains, making no effort to move him. “Why
did I miss you again?”
Akira looks up at her as innocently as he can muster. “Because you love me?”
Ann snorts, ruffling his hair. “Yeah, yeah,” she tells him before closing her
eyes. “That and you have a great ass, but maybe I'll have a reason after a
nap.”
A smile spreads across Akira's lips. “That's pretty true,” he agrees jokingly
as he makes himself comfortable, taking her hand into his as they both start to
doze off. “And I love you too, Ann.”
End Notes
     I wrote this for my friend who was discouraged by only finding
     pegging with genderswapped dude pairings. While I love my gay dude
     ships, leave the pegging to het or lady love. Kinda on a mission to
     write as much lady dom as possible now. We'll see how it goes.
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